Taking our drinks back over I told her she had an admirer and told her what the barman said, catching his eye she gave him a flash of her stocking top... and pussy and every time he looked over she repeated knowing she was driving us both wild.He came over and introduced himself as Dave and as his shift was now over and asked if he could join us. We sat either side of my wife and both of us were running our hand up and down her seams, with this my wife put her hands onto both of our pricks. It's a restaurant, with the bar upstairs. We call it the Jazz Club, although it's officially named after its location. It's in a wonderful old Antebellum house, with dark wood paneling, high ceilings and a rich, tasteful ambiance.I like it there because it's got a nice selection of single malt Scotch, and they allow cigar smoking in the bar. I don't actually like cigars--smoking them or being around the smoke--but I do like my pipe. The Jazz Club is one of the few places where I can be. ’There was silence down the link for several minutes before he returned.‘Looks good, kid. Turns out this was a better idea than I knew. The magic I sensed is coming from just south of the base! This is not good news. Damn it, I don’t have time for this bullshit right now. Okay, gotta go. Later.’And the contact dropped, the ribbon I visualized as carrying our connection floating aimlessly. I wondered what he meant, but there wasn’t much I could do anyway, so I put it out of my mind for now.The. Ron came out. “What do you think, Chance?”“There is feed up there. I stopped at the Owen ranch and made him and offer for half of his herd. I also asked for the ranch manager’s position seeing as he doesn’t have one. He is considering both.”“Captain, where are you getting money from to buy cattle?”“I’ll dig it up if and when I need it. Joe and I need a drink. You got anything handy?”“Sure, come on in and relax and tell me about it.”We sat down. Mary handed Ron the baby to go after the bottle of.